First-Term Cabalnet

T

he cabalnet is upset,
fractured yet, a record of
acting and unconfirmed
in a first term. Wary
secretaries and a chief of staff,
what a laugh:
buffoons in marble rooms,
clown grease exudes
from sweating creases
amid press releases and photo flashes —
mutiny under scrutiny.

*[ WSB ].

All of the Ants

A

ll of the ants
in a dirt dance,
a cooperative prance
against caldera slant:
a cavern queen
caught in a trance;
alert acolytes
dart in the dark,
a connected flow
melted, ready to erupt —
a formic form
constantly enhanced,
the new workers advance
through the network
of a volcano dormant.

*[ WSB ].

Not a Chipmunk

D

on’t harass the Harris
antelope squirrel flattened
like a welcome mat;
when tail scruff shades not enough
the Sonoran heat is dumped.

*[ WSB ].

Dinosaur

T

he dinosaur falls out of the sun
into the shadow of plumage;
the scant down fluffs full for preening,
bones lighter than balsa:
reptilian lumber honed to wisps
of structure, labored respiration
circumvented and recycled.
Soaring iridescent on currents
buffeting the crosshatched keratin
quills, the raptor scans cumbersome
herds shuffling across cracked mud
scales rattling in thunder.
Patterns of particulates march —
endless sky fills a four-chambered heart
with joy as feathers molt away,
with the dive into heavy morning.

*[ WSB ].

The Flat-Out Mechanical Quirk of the Greater and Lesser Lights

T

he simulation
boils hotter with the rising,
the moon switch still thrown
cannot compete with the sun,
spotlight drying the damp night;
or,
the sub-dome mobile
arms glitch from an unwound spring
by the clockmaker,
sometimes lost in a catnap
instead of watching the watch.

The pale impression
against the scattered blue sky,
the closest object,
silvers the sun in moondust,
opposing day in effect.

*[ WSB ].